Page 50 of A Constant Love

“What’s that, Kansas?” He said, resting his chin on top of my head.

“About how much I love you and how grateful I am to have you. You’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever met, and I thank God every day that he led me to you. Just think, if a few crazy events wouldn’t have happened, we might not be here right now.”

“Nah. I would have still found you. My soul knew I needed you long before my mind did. That’s what drew me to you. That’s why I just couldn’t leave you alone.”

I looked up into his perfect blue eyes. “You found me, and I’m never letting you go.”

“Back at you, baby.” He said with a grin. “Now, let’s talk about this swimsuit of yours.”

I looked down. “What about it?”

He eyed me up and down like he wanted to devour me. “I have been looking at you all day, and have tried to be a good boy, keeping my hands to myself. But if you keep prancing around in that, I will waste no more time in ripping it off your body.”

“You mean like this?” I asked while reaching back to untie the strings knotted between my shoulder blades and around my neck.

Within seconds, the flimsy fabric fell to the sand, exposing my breasts to the warm air.

“Or like this?” I asked, this time untying the knots on either hip.

His eyes dipped down for the briefest of moments watching the second piece of fabric fall before his gaze shot back up to my completely naked body.

“Woman, you are going to be the death of me,” he growled.

“How’s that?” I said, reaching up to pinch each nipple between my thumb and finger.

“That’s it. I can’t take anymore,” He said tossing me over his shoulders and carrying me into the house.

“Can’t take what?” I said, my head bouncing up and down as he walked.

“You have looked too damn sexy all day, and all I want to do is have you underneath me…now!” He while laying a light smack on my ass.

I was soaked for him before he even hit the front door.

He carried me into our bedroom, which was now very dimly lit from the sinking sunlight streaming through the windows.

He set me down on my feet on the carpet in front of the bed as he walked around, lighting a couple of candles that were on our end tables and dresser.

As I stood there, stark naked, I realized that in front of anyone else, I would have felt self-conscious. I would have been embarrassed of my body and trying to cover up. But not with Tyler. Never with Tyler. He made me feel so beautiful. So sexy. He looked at me like no other woman in the world existed.

And he had never pushed me. Never tried to make me do anything I didn’t want to. He always understood I had limits due to my past and never tried to push my boundaries.

But I wanted to say fuck my boundaries. I loved this man, and there shouldn’t have been a single boundary between him and myself.

He walked over to me, and tangled his fingers in my hair, bringing my lips to his for a passionate, sexy kiss. His tongue began to play with mine, and I melted into him.

Soon, his hand gently tugged my hair to angle my head back giving him perfect access to my neck. His teeth slightly nipped while his free hand palmed my ass.

I stretched onto my tiptoes in an attempt to get as close to him as possible. After he had given ample attention to my neck, he was about to start working his way down further, but I stopped him.

“My turn,” I whispered.

Starting at his tattooed chest, I kissed and licked all the way down, taking time to touch on each one of his abs along the way.

Sinking down to my knees, I untied his swim trunks and tugged them down to his ankles. As he kicked them across the floor, his large cock sprang free.

I swear it was a work of art with its length and thickness.

Last time I had been on my knees, I was kneeling before a monster who used my mouth in the worst way imaginable.

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